Salvatore DiMarco
She is heaven and fire, she is the calm and the storm in the body of a woman. I told her to touch me, because I didn't want her hands to get in my way, but f**k me! If this shy creature, after I encouraged her to touch me, went to the jugular, and moved up from my bulge, and into my boxers, to wrap her fingers around my c**k.
“God, Love,” I grunted, and she stopped. My eyes met hers, “Don't you dare stop…” I said, and she let out a soft breath in relief.
I cupped her breasts because they were soft, round, perky, tender, and perfect. Also, because I am a fast learner, the last time I touched them, she loved how I caressed and sucked on her n*****s. Yes, I was trying to map out her reactions to every single thing. That way, I can make her feel good every f*****g time
